Angel Of Death
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- Year:
- 2009
- 77 min
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Prescott.
No, no, Arthur.
Don't worry about it. I'm still up.
Yeah. What are we talking about?
No problem.
I'm looking at him now.
It'll be taken care of.
I've got the perfect person
for this job.
What was that?
Work. You're up tomorrow.
Good.
I'm tired of sitting on my ass, anyway.
Take the new guy again.
Franklin? I'll pass.
You're gonna need someone
on this job.
Yeah, not him. He's a kid.
Look, the bosses say
they want him working.
They see big things in his future.
- Big things like what?
- Eve, just do it for me.
That's good. For you?
What, are we pretending
this is a relationship now?
Oh, no, no. It just sounds nicer
than ordering you...
but I can do that too.
Fine.
Whatever, Graham.
You're still using
the service elevator, right?
So, what did this guy do?
That's not a question you ask.
What is it with you
and these zip ties, anyways?
People escape from handcuffs,
not from that.
Can you kill somebody with this?
If I have to.
So this Anderton guy.
He's just some businessman.
What if he trademarked
the cure to cancer...
and some drug company
isn't thrilled?
- What if it's something like that?
- Then it's something like that.
- Okay.
- Listen to me.
Questions will get your name
in a folder like that.
It doesn't matter
how his name came up, it just did.
Does it ever get to you?
You know, the killing?
Nope.
Okay, they're all gone. Get to work.
I'm gonna be in and out
in 5 minutes.
- You know where to be?
- Yeah, yeah.
Back of the stairs in the alley.
Don't p*ssy out on me, Franklin.
You're my ride home.
Oh, sh*t.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
This is a private floor.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Could you just get back
on the elevator, please?
Come on, move.
- Damn it, you.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Eve.
Jesus Christ.
Drive.
Drive.
- Goddamn it.
- Doc, come on.
Damn it, Eve. Don't move.
You're just gonna make it worse.
- Your friend is right.
- He's not my f***ing friend.
Well, he's still right. You don't want
this blade moving. Let me sedate you.
No. I am not going to sleep
like this. I won't wake up.
All right. All right, then.
Just try and be still.
So you've seen stuff
like this before, right?
A patient with a 4-inch blade
in her head?
No.
There is a knife in your brain.
- Right, yeah.
- By some miracle, you're still alive.
If you're gonna get stabbed, you
picked the right spot, but, then...
-you would.
- Doc.
I'm gonna live through this, right?
Tell me.
the infection will kill you for sure.
Taking it out could kill you also.
But your odds are much better
with that.
People have survived this.
- Help me with these restraints.
- What? No, no. F***, no.
F***.
Doc, what the hell?
- Just taking the edge off.
- Oh, f*** you, junkie piece of sh*t.
I could do this job
as high as Hendrix.
- But I cannot do it with the shakes.
- F***ed up.
- Oh, brilliant.
- See?
F***.
Now, try and not move.
- What the f*** are you gonna do?
- Pull it out.
- Jesus.
- Pull it out?
F***ing do it. Get it out.
Okay, please. Please.
- F***ing get it out.
- Hold still.
Damn.
Look at that.
How often does she take these?
The antibiotics, twice a day.
They're strong.
- We don't want any infection.
- Right.
You know, cases like these,
often, there's a full recovery.
But sometimes, it's not so full.
What does that mean?
Well, loss of some motor function,
memory loss, sometimes seizures.
The other pills are for those.
- Do these stop them?
- Not exactly.
The fact is,
if she does start having seizures...
I hope she's set aside some cash.
I don't think her employers
have a retirement plan, do they?
Not the kind you mean.
Listen.
Let's just keep this
between us for now.
- Okay, Rankin?
- Yes, of course, Mr. Prescott.
And she'll be fine, probably.
It is Eve, right?
She's practically invulnerable.
So this is Eve's place?
Not very homey, is it?
Have you met her?
She doesn't like attachments.
It's okay. You're safe.
Okay? It's me.
- Was that Russian?
- Greek.
She speaks a number of languages.
You can take off now. I've got this.
You're gonna take care of her
and you have a key.
Right. I don't wanna know.
Damn it.
- Graham.
- I know.
The Anderton job went to hell.
I can explain.
I'm not the one you have to tell it to.
I'm sorry, man.
You on some f***ing vacation
I don't know about?
I was dealing with one of my ops.
She was injured on the job.
Okay, so that's the excuse?
Because that was a very big mess,
Prescott.
I hope no one's expecting to get paid
No, those are on the house.
You're gonna f***ing joke now?
I'm sorry, it's been a long week.
A f***ing kid is dead.
What happened?
She skipped gymnastics.
It couldn't have been predicted.
F***ing 14 years old.
Not like I give a sh*t,
but some people do.
You know, my dad,
he may run this town...
but we still got people
watching us.
In Chicago, New York.
They're not very fond of bloodbaths.
Things are about to change
in a very official way, Prescott.
So I wanted to impress upon you,
personally...
just how f***ing bad
you made me look on this.
So this player of yours...
is this something we need
to take care of?
Because I'll tell you,
the way I'm feeling...
I'm happy to fix her myself.
No.
No, it was a one- off thing.
She'll be back to work anytime.
Make sure she doesn't f*** up again,
Prescott, or I'll drop you both.
Get out.
Oh, my God.
F*** you.
Get back.
Look straight at me.
Good. Again.
Good. What about headaches?
- How bad, I mean?
- Bad.
If you've got anything stronger than
aspirin, I would probably blow you.
Doc.
I'll give you something anyway.
So am I brain- damaged or what?
Well, you tell me.
What does that mean?
Have you had any seizures?
Blackouts?
Doc, I've been in bed for 3 days.
I mean, give me some time.
I'd still like her to take it easy
over the next few weeks.
Monitor her recovery.
- She's not gonna like that.
- I'm stunned.
Come on, don't be an ass. What did
he say? When can I get back to work?
He said you're a miracle
that science itself cannot measure.
Yeah.
- Said you'll probably outlive us all.
- I could outlive you right now.
Answer the question.
He said you're recovering well,
but you need to keep taking it slow.
- So put me on light duty.
- Not gonna happen.
I can't sit around here anymore.
I'm going stir- crazy.
I'm not putting you back in the field.
If I could, I would make you stay
in bed for 2 weeks.
Jesus.
Are you taking care of me now?
I can't risk you getting hurt.
Oh, that's sweet.
I'm gonna stay at home and bake
cookies. Should we get married?
- We can have children.
- Cut it out.
- I thought we knew each other.
- We do.
Then get me back to work.
Sh*t, just light duties.
F***ing Franklin
can do the heavy stuff.
Goddamn it, Eve.
I already said.
I disabled the camera
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